I Know what it is like to be close to something and have to let go, it is a painful feeling. I Hate it I was six. My parents gave me a pup for my birthday. Two years later he was well and awesome and all grown up. It was in July when he ran out of the house and attempted to cross the street. I saw it all. I Felt anger, and destroyed. My best friend for two years was now dead. The worst part, I hated the driver they just kept driving. I was eight when it all happened. So as an eight year old, I was crying an ocean of tears. Just like Scott Stirlings bloody nose face thing after he was bombarded by a soccer ball five times. I also felt anger, I remember thinking, “I want to shoot this person with a laser gun” because you know, I was eight. So he can see what he had done to my best friend. I was just a boy so I couldn’t do much except hate this person, cry, and whine. Since that moment when he was hit I knew what it was like to be close to something and have to let go. Of course we did everything we could to keep him alive but we knew it was too late. My Mother did not want to burry him in our back yard she said, ”That’s Weird” so we incinerated him and spread his ashes over his favorite tree. This event changed my life. For the next few weeks I remember my parents telling me that they would buy me a new dog and that it would all be ok. I did not believe them, in fact I was furious with them for wanting to replace him so quickly. I was devastated. After a Month or so, we get a knock on our door. When I opened the door I Saw a tall man asking us if we had a dog, I quietly responded, we used to. The man looked at me and started speaking almost screaming, all I heard him say was “I’m so sorry” I Instantly slammed the door in his face , he kept screaming sorry and how he felt horrible, but I could not forgive him, for what he had done, was beyond forgiveness. After an hour or so I heard and felt nothing. I was just a little piece of flesh mad at everything. My parents tried everything to cheer me up, but nothing worked. At one point my mother was just done with me. She told me to get over it. I Was furious, so furious I punched my wall. It was the first time I ever lost something special, and I was eight. I Know what it’s like to lose something you care about. I know what it is like to get emotionally hurt. Maybe a lot of people do, but I now know that I am one of them. People who haven’t lost anything just say oh its just a dog or it was a long time ago. But they don’t know what its like. I Know what it is like to care about something and have to let go.
I Felt anger, and destroyed. My best friend for two years was now dead. The worst part, I hated the driver they just kept driving. I was eight when it all happened. So as an eight year old, I was crying an ocean of tears. Just like Scott Stirlings bloody nose face thing after he was bombarded by a soccer ball five times. I also felt anger, I remember thinking, “I want to shoot this person with a laser gun” because you know, I was eight. So he can see what he had done to my best friend. I was just a boy so I couldn’t do much except hate this person, cry, and whine.
Since that moment when he was hit I knew what it was like to be close to something and have to let go. Of course we did everything we could to keep him alive but we knew it was too late. My Mother did not want to burry him in our back yard she said, ”That’s Weird” so we incinerated him and spread his ashes over his favorite tree. This event changed my life. For the next few weeks I remember my parents telling me that they would buy me a new dog and that it would all be ok. I did not believe them, in fact I was furious with them for wanting to replace him so quickly. I was devastated.
After a Month or so, we get a knock on our door. When I opened the door I Saw a tall man asking us if we had a dog, I quietly responded, we used to. The man looked at me and started speaking almost screaming, all I heard him say was “I’m so sorry” I Instantly slammed the door in his face , he kept screaming sorry and how he felt horrible, but I could not forgive him, for what he had done, was beyond forgiveness. After an hour or so I heard and felt nothing. I was just a little piece of flesh mad at everything. My parents tried everything to cheer me up, but nothing worked. At one point my mother was just done with me. She told me to get over it. I Was furious, so furious I punched my wall. It was the first time I ever lost something special, and I was eight.
I Know what it’s like to lose something you care about. I know what it is like to get emotionally hurt. Maybe a lot of people do, but I now know that I am one of them. People who haven’t lost anything just say oh its just a dog or it was a long time ago. But they don’t know what its like. I Know what it is like to care about something and have to let go.